Under other circumstances, Dan knows they're words he might never have said. He's certainly never meant them before, and he's grateful that not only are they well-received, there's not time to overthink it.

Not when Marcus is kissing him again, not when his amazing, slightly rough hand is moving on him, grasping him-- there's a moment of anticipation through which Dan has to suck in a breath. He holds it until Marcus's hand starts to move again, and then he's exhaling, moaning loudly; he wants Marcus to hear what he does to Dan. His hips chase the movement, and he doesn't even try to keep from looking or sounding as needy as he does when he's trying to hard not to fuck into the circle of Marcus's hand

He lets his mouth open instead and gives in just as eagerly to deep, hungry kisses.